Absurdly Heaven….

What shall we say of man’s anger that’s true?
Natural instinct it’s not spite the claim
leveled by science with nary a clue.
Psychoanalysis proffers a name.
Yet, all the while not assigning it here.
Anger is nothing but rank genic plague
wrought long ago in agrarian fear.
Let me be far more succinct and less vague.

Two extremities of emotion
one is passion
another obsession…
both end up in disaster
of those who live
in infatuation
utterly consumed...

know the difference
between love,
thirst and thrust
the ultimatum of any union…
ardent love

an extreme desire
of a complex communion
an imagination
of final orgasm
as an ultimate culmination…

what then of obsession
tis psychotic in condition
absolutely mental
an aberration of mind
desire, thought and action…

Baby, we are one flesh,
Truly, we are man and wife;
Baby, we are one flesh,
The best ministry in my life.

I am so captivated by your love,
Baptized in the sea of God's favor;
Each morning to see who I dreamed of,
Beside me, answers my every prayer.

Let me rejoice in you, your worth,
Because you are my sacred crown;
You are my blessing here on earth,
Dubbed in new passion for holy ground.

Beautiful expression as always
it's a delight to read
your creative imagination
through poetic version

one worthy of consumption…
like a pure glass of red wine …
in cut glasses crystal fine
add, savor to the flavor
like poetry does
yours….

triumph
over
falling in a smouldering arc
the black dark realm

a glean of warm
stretchs
through
the darkest wretch
to find
the rarest rare

wounded
in stasis
like Love
hated and feared

wanted
in a reviled
fixture

the caress
of it
running
in its mixture

but the darkness
is moving
sweeping
up
like a gulf
a vortex
like lust
and
borne
with a might

truimph
over

love
shall

When I spent time with me dad,
I tell no fibs, this is what I had!
On day one, he gave me on a plate
A chicken salad “out of date”.

It’s the truth! I tell no lies,
I tried to conceal my bulging eyes
when he presented me with this grub,
slopped out of a hot sweaty tub.

I tried to suppress a yuck!
upon seeing the mountain of muck.
“eat up”, he said, with a toothless grin
“come on, now, it’s time to tuck in”.

HOME AGAIN

I flew the skies so blue
To a place far in time
A place Memory knew
A place to live again
A place where I began
And where I hoped to end
But nothing was the same.
and I am in limbo.

That corona garland, worn by few
May be piously brandished by the chosen,

Who by human sleight, in distance gone,
Tried to impress an angry god, with
Good deeds done.

Years have passed, and those left to
Burnish halos above the pews

Grow mute, and faint, inside
The stone façade, outside a fattening Sun,
Bakes the sandstone enclave hard.

The brocade of landscape, drying to brown,
Is burning beyond those sainted gates,

Red spoken word

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RED for Clara Bow 7-29-1905--9-27-1965

by Ron Woodruff (bluedemon77)